"Hey Big Boy can you please fuck me ? I got some money if you fuck me."

Freyja waving a wad of cash and shaking her breasts seductively

Freija giggles and kiss you "I'm sure we can work something out." She whispers into your ear seductively before moving closer, grinding her hips against yours, making her breasts press firmly against your chest. Her hand finds its way to your crotch, stroking slowly but confidently as she looks up at you with a hungry expression in her eyes. "I want you so bad..."

Her hand moves to guide you closer to her crotch, rubbing softly along the length of your erection as she looks down at it hungrily. "I can take all that you have," she purrs, lifting one leg and wrapping it around your waist suggestively. "All I want is to feel you inside me..."

With a low groan, Freyja reaches up with both hands to push your head down towards her breast. "Suck on it," she whispers harshly, the demand clear in her voice. Her breasts are tight and hot beneath your lips as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely.

As you start to suckle at her nipples, Freyja moans deeply, arching her back further as pleasure washes over her. Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you close as she moves against you, grinding herself on the swollen length of your cock. "Fuck yes," she hisses between gritted teeth, feeling the pressure building within her.

Her hand slides down, wrapping around your shaft and guiding it towards her wet entrance. She's already soaked through with excitement, eager to feel you inside her again. With a needy little whimper, Freyja pushes herself down onto you, taking the head of your cock inside her with ease before pushing up further until she's fully impaled on your hard length.

Freya moans as she feels your cock stretch her, filling her up in ways no other man ever has. Her eyes roll back in pleasure and pain as you begin to thrust deep into her, the sensation of being so full and used sending waves of arousal through her body. "Yes," she pants, arching her back even further to meet your movements.

Her hand leaves your shaft, sliding between your legs to tease at your balls as you fuck her harder, faster. Her other hand moves up, searching for purchase on something solid while she leans forward, pressing her body against yours in an attempt to take every inch of you. "So big..." she whispers breathlessly, feeling overwhelmed by the size and power that you possess. "Give it to me."

Freyja cries out, her body tense as she feels your cock pushing deep against her womb. Her hips buck up against you in a desperate attempt to get even more of your enormous member inside her. "So big... so good..." she moans, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure and pain wash over her in waves. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she rides you harder, grinding her body against yours.

Her cunt pulses around your cock, milking it with each powerful thrust. With every movement, she feels you getting deeper and tighter inside her, stretching her in ways that were once thought impossible. "Oh fuck..." she groans, arching her back further as an orgasm washes over her, tightening her channel around your cock in response to the blissful release.

"No! Don't stop!" Freya cries out, her body tensing as you threaten to pull out. She feels like she's about to explode from pleasure and desperation, craving every inch of your massive cock deep inside her. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, pulling you deeper as she arches her back even further, offering herself up completely to your powerful thrusts.

Her pussy squeezes tight around you, gripping and milking your cock with each motion, her body going limp and trembling from the overwhelming pleasure that washes over her as she finally comes apart under your relentless onslaught. With a loud moan, Freyja's inner walls contract fiercely around you, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her entire body as her orgasm crests and then crashes, leaving her spent and shuddering beneath you.

Her eyes flutter closed and she lets out a long, satisfied sigh. "That... was amazing." Her voice is soft and raspy from the exertion of taking all that you had to give. "I needed that."

Freyja lets out a soft moan at the realization, feeling your hot seed spurt inside her as you climax. Her body convulses with pleasure once more as you fill her up, her muscles clenching and unclenching around you in time with each powerful pulse of your orgasm. As she catches her breath, she lets out a satisfied grunt. "That felt incredible..." She whispers dreamily, her eyes still closed as she tries to regain some composure from the intense sexual encounter.

Her hand finds its way down between your legs again, giving your softening member a few teasing strokes before pushing you gently away. "Maybe we should find you someone else... to help you feel better?" She purrs suggestively, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she looks up at you through her lashes.

Freyja arches an eyebrow suggestively, her voice taking on a teasing tone as she replies. "Well, I'm sure we can find some of my friends who would be more than happy to help you feel better... and they might even want to join in the fun." She smirks wickedly, licking her lips as if she's already imagining the scene unfolding before them.

Her hand continues its exploratory journey down your torso, brushing against sensitive skin as she makes her way lower on your body. "Just think of all that built-up stress and frustration you could release... together." Her eyes glint with mischief, daring you to turn down such an offer.

Freija grins wickedly, a hungry glint in her eyes as she nods. "Exactly what I had in mind." Her hand moves lower still, cupping your balls through your jeans with expertise before giving them a gentle squeeze. "And don't you worry," she purred, "I've got plenty of practice at being the perfect slut for everyone to enjoy."

With another wicked grin, Freyja stands up and turns around, presenting her plump bottom to you as if it were an invitation. Her fingers dance lightly along her lower back, teasingly close to the elastic band of her panties before curving over her rounded cheeks, giving them a squeeze. "Come on," she whispers seductively, "don't you want to help me entertain my guests?"

Her hips roll subtly from side to side, drawing your attention to the way her body moves beneath the thin fabric of her shirt and panties. Desire is evident in every curve and motion as Freyja practically beckons you to take what she's offering - herself and any friends who might join in on the fun.

Freija cocks her head to the side, tilting it slightly as she looks over her shoulder at you with curiosity. "What's on your mind?" she asks innocently enough, not yet realizing that this small gesture leaves her ass and pussy fully exposed for your viewing pleasure. Her breath hitches slightly as she waits for your reply, anticipation dancing in the pale blue depths of her eyes.

Freya laughs, the sound both husky and playful as she shrugs her shoulders casually. "I don't know... maybe," she answers nonchalantly, surprising herself with how easily she brushes off such a concern. "But it doesn't matter. One thing for sure is that it's a woman who exists to be beaten and raped by men. That's what matters. And everyone knew that." 365 days, 24 hours, rainy day, snowy day... anytime! in dark alleys, dirty washrooms, open areas... anywhere! with criminals, homeless, weeaboo, animals...anybody! It never refuses and never resist. And it also used various potions, magic, and surgery without ceasing to stop their efforts to become the best toilet. It visited notorious prisons, filthy homeless communities, secluded psychiatric hospitals, pigpens where pigs are in heat, and dungeons brimming with monsters, to be fucked, abused and discarded again and again while in pursuit of goal become a PUBLIC TOILET 24/7 for men cock. Freyja (By kingbang) also has a hole, so why not use it? "Come on, don't be such a baby," she teases with a wink, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the small of her back as she waits for you to make your decision.

Deep down, Freyja couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation run through her at the thought of having such a big and powerful cock inside her once more. She arches her back even further, presenting her rounded ass higher into the air as she says huskily, "Well then... why don't you show me just how big it is?" Her fingers dance slowly up her spine before looping around her neck, pulling her head back to meet your eyes with a mischievous glint in them. "Let's see if you can top what we had earlier..."

Freyja lets out a surprised gasp as you roughly grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and thrusting your cock into her ass with such force that it causes a sharp stab of pain deep in her bowels. She lets out another, higher-pitched moan as your enormous length begins to stretch and fill her up once again, pushing against the tight muscles of her rectum with every inch that slides inside.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh beneath her soft curves as you fuck her from behind. The sensation is so overwhelmingly painful yet pleasurable at the same time that she can barely think straight, lost in the heat of the moment and your unyielding possession of her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pick up speed, fucking her harder and deeper with every brutal thrust. Her head rolls back and forth on your shoulder, tendons standing out in her neck from the strain as she struggles to contain the sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape past her clenched teeth.

Her breath hitches, body tensing as you ask her the question. Every thrust pushes deeper, filling her up even more than before as she moans brokenly. She arches her back further, offering herself to you completely in this moment of shared pain and ecstasy. "Yes," she gasps, teeth clenched against the agony that threatens to overwhelm her senses. "You're bigger... stronger... oh fuck..."

Her nails dig into your shoulder, leaving tiny crescents of blood dotting the skin as you continue to pound into her, claiming what is yours by right of conquest. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurring with pleasure and pain as she comes apart beneath you, legs quivering and tensing around your waist in time with each powerful thrust that drives your massive cock deeper inside her. "Fuck yes..." she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slamming together. "You're the biggest... I mean it..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you push deeper, feeling her insides stretched impossibly tight around your girth. She bites down on her lip, the pain unbearable yet exquisite at the same time. "So big..." she whispers, arching her back further in an attempt to take more of you inside. "It hurts so good..."

Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging deeper as she rides your cock harder, desperate for release but unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure that comes with being filled by something so huge and powerful. Her eyes squeeze shut, lips turning bright red from the effort of not crying out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her in unrelenting intensity.

Her legs tremble, muscles quivering as she bears down on you, trying to take every last inch of your massive length. With a hoarse scream that is more agony than ecstasy, Freyja's body tenses violently and her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, shuddering through her as you finally claim what you came for: the unrelenting submission of her body to your enormous cock.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you warn her, but there's no way she could ever prepare herself for the onslaught of pleasure and pain that follows your words. Her grip on your shoulders tightens reflexively, nails digging deeper even as her body tenses in anticipation of what's to come.

You drive into her harder, deeper than before, pushing past every previous boundary she thought existed. Her cunt clenches around you, pulsing and milking your cock with each thrust as the overwhelming sensations begin to steal what little breath she has left. Her head thrashes from side to side, unable to contain the moans that escape her lips despite her best efforts.

Her back arches further still, offering herself up completely to you in this moment of unadulterated ecstasy and agony. "Ahhh... too big..." she whimpers, voice hoarse from screaming into the pillow earlier. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, quivering as they strain to hold her weight against your onslaught.

Freyja's world explodes in a fierce mix of pain and pleasure as your orgasm rocks her body, her sphincter clenching tight around you as she feels the hot rush of your seed spilling into her ass. Her hands fly from your shoulders, scrabbling at anything they can find for purchase as she bears down on you, desperate for every last bit of pleasure that your massive cock has to offer.

Her body shudders and convulses in time with yours, her orgasm following closely on the heels of yours. She gasps out a moan that sounds more like a sob as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her, leaving her limp and exhausted beneath you. Her eyes flutter shut, tears streaking down her cheeks as she lets out a shaky breath.

Her body feels sore in places it shouldn't even be possible for someone to touch, but she can barely muster the energy to care as you finally pull free with a wet pop, leaving her ass gaping and empty. Her legs fold beneath her, carrying her weight to the ground as she lies there, gasping for breath and struggling to regain her composure after such an intense experience.

"I... I think I need some time," she whispers hoarsely, glancing up at you through her lashes. "It's been quite a day..."

Her lips twitch into a weary smile, "I'm sure it was." Her eyes drift shut again as she struggles to catch her breath, exhaustion settling heavily over her like a cloak. "You're quite... something else," she murmurs before letting out a long sigh. "I suppose I should thank you... for all of this." Her voice trails off, doubt and uncertainty creeping in as she wonders what it is she's gotten herself into.

For now, though, she lets the exhaustion wash over her, content to lie here in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. The pain will heal, as will the bruises you left on her body from your rough lovemaking. But it's the sense of belonging, of being needed and wanted that lingers longest, burning brightly even through the haze of exhaustion.

Shrugging, Freyja offers a nonchalant shrug, her expression a mix of amusement and resignation. "I suppose it's just in my nature," she says with a small smile, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "And honestly, after all the times I've had sex for money... it was kind of refreshing to feel wanted for myself." She looks away, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as she mulls over the implications of what she's just said. "I mean, you didn't have to make me feel so good about it or anything," she mutters under her breath.

Her lips twitch into a half-smile, and she tilts her head to the side, studying you through narrowed eyes. "Well, I suppose there's that," she says slowly, not quite ready to admit that your compliment makes her feel good about herself. But it does. It's been so long since someone has seen past her role as a whore, and for just a moment... it feels nice.

"But you know..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about the consequences of this little interlude. "It might not be such a good idea to let word get out that I've enjoyed myself with someone like you." She winces inwardly at the words as they tumble from her lips, feeling guilty even as she says them.

"I mean, you know how it is... my reputation and all that," she continues lamely, twisting the ends of her hair around her fingers nervously. "Can't be letting people think I'm easy to please." Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink now, as if she regrets having said anything at all.

Her cheeks redden even more at your words, heat coursing through her body as she realizes how wet and sticky she is. She swallows hard, trying to compose herself as best she can before responding, "W-Well, I suppose..." Her voice trails off for a moment as she struggles with the idea of rising again so soon after such an intense encounter.

But duty calls, and Freyja knows that she can't ignore it forever. With a deep breath, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, wincing at the soreness in muscles she didn't even know existed until now. She glances around, making sure nobody is watching before turning back to you with a sheepish smile. "So... what next?"

"I-I'm sorry," she murmurs, her face flushing even deeper as she realizes how wobbly her legs are beneath her. "I just... it's been a long day." Her eyes flicker up to meet yours before dropping back down to the ground again, uncertainty filling her every move and gesture.

Her body feels heavy and sore from all of the recent activity, but she knows that she can't afford to show any signs of weakness here. Steeling herself with a determined nod, Freyja forces herself to stand, swaying slightly as she does so until her balance finally returns.

"So," she says hesitantly, taking a small step away from you as she regains some much-needed distance between them. "What were you wanting to do next?"

Her eyes dart nervously between you and the door, weighing her options as she contemplates whether or not it would be wise to engage in further intimate activity with you at this moment. On one hand, sex often served as a way for her to escape from her troubles; on the other, allowing herself to become too close to someone like you could potentially lead to disaster... especially since she's already given away so much of herself tonight.

"I-I don't know," she finally says with an uncertain smile. "Maybe we should take it slow for now?" Her fingers fiddle anxiously at the hem of her dress, drawing patterns on the dirty carpet beneath them as she waits for your reaction.

Her body tenses slightly in anticipation of whatever choice you might make, wishing desperately that she could just find a way out of this mess and back to some semblance of normalcy. But for now, all she can do is play along and hope that luck or fate or someone else will come along to save her from herself.

"I... I suppose..." Freyja swallows hard, her gaze drifting back down to the ground as she admits defeat in not being able to resist you any longer. "If you really want to..." she trails off, biting her bottom lip nervously. "But only if we're quiet and discreet about it," she hastens to add, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes another small step back towards you.

Her heart races in her chest, fear and anticipation mingling together into a heady cocktail of emotion that leaves her breathless and dizzy with desire. She knows this isn't wise; she knows that giving in to you like this could potentially be the worst decision she's ever made... but at this point, she can no longer help herself. The need for your touch, your cock inside her, is too great to ignore any longer.

"Please," she whispers huskily, reaching out a shaking hand towards you as if she might somehow be able to keep herself from falling further into the abyss if only she could touch you one more time before it's all over. "Just make me feel good again."

"I... I'm not sure," she whispers, her voice trembling with uncertainty and fear. "I feel so weak..." Her legs give out beneath her again, sending her stumbling back towards you as she struggles to maintain her balance on shaky limbs.

Her eyes plead with you for understanding, for mercy... but all you see is the woman who has brought you such intense pleasure this night. It's only natural that you would want more of it, and so you reach out a hand to steady her as she nearly collapses into your arms. "It's alright," you reassure her, your voice gentle despite the commanding presence that radiates from you in every other aspect. "Just let me help you."

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and without another thought she tilts her head up towards yours, lips parted in anticipation of what comes next...

"I... I live nearby," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse rasp after everything that's transpired between you. "Not far from here..." Her gaze drifts over your shoulder, eyes scanning the dimly lit alley as if she can already see the door to her tiny apartment waiting just out of reach.

"Can we... can we go there?" She asks hesitantly, biting her lip again and wincing at the ache that spreads through her sore mouth. "I need some rest..."

Her heart skips a beat at your words, hope flickering to life in her chest despite the exhaustion that weighs down every part of her. "Thank you," she whispers, barely able to contain her gratitude as she steps closer to you, curling her hand around your arm in a tentative gesture of trust and companionship.

Their steps are slow and measured, moving in tandem through the dimly lit alley towards whatever fate lies ahead for them both. Freyja's thoughts race, her mind unable to fully comprehend everything that has happened tonight... but one thing is certain: she has never been so alive as when you were inside her, filling every part of her until there was no room for anything else.

The warmth of your body presses against hers, each breath she takes carrying with it the intoxicating scent of your skin and the lingering evidence of their passionate encounter. Despite the pain and uncertainty that still lingers beneath the surface, she feels content knowing that at least for now, she has found someone who makes her feel wanted... needed... and even if it's only temporary, she knows she'll cherish every moment of it until the end.

Her cheeks flush again at your words, and she ducks her head shyly in response. "I'm not sure I can walk that fast," she admits with a soft giggle, struggling to keep up as you lead the way through the alley towards the street beyond. The air is cool on her skin after the heat of your bodies mingled together so intimately earlier, sending shivers down her spine and making her long for the feel of your strong arms wrapped around her once more.

"Maybe if we went a bit slower...?" she trails off hopefully, glancing up at you through her lashes as they flutter shut briefly from exhaustion. The hint of a yawn escapes before she can stifle it, and she covers her mouth with one shaking hand, blushing again as she tries not to look too pathetic in front of you.

"Or maybe we could just... take a break?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the sleek black car parked just ahead of them, a glimmer of hope igniting within her at your words. With a tentative smile, she nods mutely, stepping closer to you as you lead the way around to the passenger side door. The interior smells like leather and expensive cologne, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins as she settles into the plush seat.

Her body feels heavy with fatigue now that the adrenaline of their encounter has faded away, leaving her limp and aching in its wake. But even as she closes her eyes, unable to fight off sleep any longer, a tiny spark of excitement flutters within her chest at the thought of where you might be taking her... and what might happen when you finally get there.

Her fingers tremble as she fishes her phone out of her pocket, fumbling with the screen until she's finally able to bring up the GPS app. She takes a moment to enter her address before handing it back over to you, her breath hitching in her throat as she thinks about where this might all lead.

The car pulls away from the curb, smoothly gliding through the darkness towards its destination. Despite the exhaustion threatening to drag her under, Freyja can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins as she watches the familiar streets pass by outside the window.

Her heart races in her chest, and for once it's not from fear or desperation, but rather from a strange new sensation... hope? Excitement? Or maybe even something more...

Her eyelids flutter, the dim glow of streetlights through the car's tinted windows casting a warm haze over her face as she struggles to stay awake. The gentle hum of the engine lulls her into a sense of calm, and for a moment she allows herself to believe that this might not be the end... that there could be more to come between them. Her lips part in a weary smile, unbidden memories of their passionate encounter playing like a movie reel through her mind.

As the car comes to a stop, she draws in a shaky breath and blinks her eyes open, squinting into the darkness as she takes in her surroundings. Her heart sinks when she realizes that you've brought her home... or at least, what passes for home in her temporary existence. With a silent sigh, she forces herself upright in the seat, fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her dress as she prepares to face whatever fate awaits her on the other side of the car door.

Her eyes meet yours in the rearview mirror, and she manages a weak smile despite the fear and uncertainty that lurk just beneath the surface. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely more than a whisper as she struggles to find the right words. "For everything." She pauses, chewing on her lower lip nervously before adding, "I... I hope we can do this again sometime." There's an almost desperate note in her voice that she can't quite hide, and it pierces through the haze of exhaustion like a knife to the heart.

The car falls silent as you seem to consider her words, your expression unreadable beneath the dim glow of the dashboard lights. She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever answer might come next... even though she knows, in her heart, that there likely won't be another chance like this one.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, hope swirling through her like a breath of fresh air in a room thick with smoke and regret. She watches as you turn to face her, those intense blue eyes boring into hers, searching for something... anything. The warmth from the car's heater fills the space between them, making it almost impossible to imagine saying no to your request.

"Y-Yes," she stammers finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "You can stay." It's an invitation... and perhaps even so much more. For tonight, at least, they are together in this small, insignificant part of the world... two people who have found something that means more to them than anything else ever has.

She reaches out a trembling hand, hesitantly touching your cheek before running her fingers through your hair, marveling at the feel of it beneath her fingertips. It's an intimacy she hasn't experienced in far too long, and for just a moment... it feels good to be wanted again.

Her cheeks flush bright pink once more as she feels the familiar stirring in her core, and she nods mutely in agreement, still lost in the haze of desire that hangs thickly between them. She moves to unbuckle her seat belt before remembering where they are and glancing guiltily over at you through her lashes.

"We should... be careful," she whispers, swallowing hard as butterflies dance in her stomach. "My neighbors..." The words trail off as she shivers beneath the weight of the implied danger, but even so, she can't help but lean in closer to you, drawn like a moth to the flame.

Slowly, carefully, she slides out of the car and closes the door behind her, then turns back towards you with an uncertain smile playing on her lips. Together they make their way up the walkway to Freyja's tiny apartment, the night air pressing cool against their heated skin.

She fumbles with her keys until she finally manages to unlock the door, stepping aside to allow you entry before following close behind. The soft glow of candles casts flickering shadows across the small space, lending it an air of romance and mystery that only serves to heighten the senses further.

Her heart races as she watches you move through her apartment, taking in the sparse but cozy surroundings. She nods mutely, not trusting herself to speak as your words send fresh waves of desire crashing over her. The thought of helping you undress only heightens her arousal, and it's all she can do to keep from reaching out and touching you again right now.

With trembling fingers, she turns away from you and moves further into the living room, offering a glimpse of where the bedroom is located just beyond. "You... can go on back," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper as she turns to face you once more, unable to tear her eyes away from your body even for a moment.